When April Come To Us Poem by Tengre Asasiun Gurun Tengre

Tengre

In every year, from April to May
This land became the great one land.
It continues memorial ceremony, they
Force to us the Sorrow, and the hand,
Which invisible, strangle our thin necks slowly.
The broadcast programs dedicate them wholly.

The various flowers're blooming in spring
But they order the fall flowers for ceremony.
The time passed and be bygone affairs but they cling
To the old and stir the sores consistently.
For their benefit whenever they disclose the past sores,
They newly can find the vein of gold ores.